Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

She wanted to see his reaction but his burning eyes that never stayed away from him somewhat made her want to dig a hole and jump into it. “Can you close your eyes?” She requested, hoping this would help her to ease herself on her own little adventure. Dominic gave her a look, “So I should close my eyes?” She nodded firmly. “Even though I am the one teaching you?” Dominic tease her, finding her lips puckered. “Alright alright, it’s all on your hands now,” he raised both of his hands, placing it beside him before closing his pretty inky gaze. Rose wondered if she had made a mistake. As the pressure she felt when Dominic had opened his eyes felt lesser compared to how. She gulped again, starin

My eyes practically bulged in their sockets when I saw the red roses. Alpha Roman was crouched before them, brushing a petal gently. "Do you know what this flower is called?" He asked, and I moved closer, halting behind him. He was shirtless, his hair pulled into a half ponytail. He had deep incision scars on his back. They looked painful. "It's a Rose," I said, crouching beside him. He glanced at me, his green eye glowing. "Rose," he rolled the word on his tongue.

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

Kaelyn looked back at her. “Trust me.” The words settled. Rose hesitated for half a heartbeat, then moved anyway. He stopped just before the door, turning to face her fully, his hand lifting to tilt her chin upward, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Rose,” he said quietly. “When I say I won’t hurt you, I mean it.” Her chest tensed. “Close your eyes.” She should have refused. Every instinct she had was screaming at her not to do it. And yet…

I pulled out my duffel bag and quickly packed up my few belongings. Suddenly, Carlo kicked the door open in anger. Seeing the bag by my feet, he sneered and kicked it over. I frowned and glared at him. "What's your problem?" "I should be asking you that, Rosa! Are you pulling that same trick again? You didn't die last time you jumped into the river, so where are you planning to go this time? Are you going to send another suicide note again?"

She decides to fulfill her desires first before the umpteenth volume war begins. Back to the lips. The second to third time Rose dives into that one sweet part in succession. While her fingers never left the nest, she gently played with the black hair that remained calm by her repeated touches. Not the slightest intention of waking Theo from sleep. However, Rose was speechless as she watched the blinking eyelids finally show off the misleading ash color of sanity in full bloom. Rose was indeed completely lost. Her body was frozen, not knowing the way out of avoiding the mutual gaze that thrilled her chest while offering all kinds of opium powder. She couldn't possibly remain mute ....

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

she choked back tears and laid down again. All the thinking isn't helping,she must get out of here.She closed her eyes again to get some rest,when she opened them again.She was in a room filled with roses,her favourite kind.Red roses.Candles lit the entire room. Immediately she sat upright.A box of truffle chocolates along with a single rose was beside her.

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.